And we collect trinkets our whole lives, this’s and that’s—so much useless stuff, scraps of memory designed to hold the moment now long gone, and it doesn’t matter in the end, when others sift through the detritus of a life, … Continue reading →

They used to contain letters, cards, and bills, and such, but nowadays mostly junk, and even that not so much. I birthday greet on Facebook and pay all my bills on-line, and with e-cards and e-mail, I don’t have to … Continue reading →

I will never be good enough, strong enough, wholesome enough; my slate will never be clean enough with my own persistent and desperate wiping; my motives will always be tainted by my world-weighted will. But because He is good enough, … Continue reading →

Originally posted on A p r o n h e a d — Lilly: My purple Flutterby bush is a pretty drought-resistant plant that brightens up my xeriscape yard. It was probably named by a dyslexic gardener or a gardener…